Two Poems by Jeremy Nathan Marks

Two Poems by Jeremy Nathan Marks

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Interiors

Everybody is into interiors in the time
of that commander-in-chief who shall not be named

I am into carcasses
though not the kind you eat
unless you are starving and hopefully
not even then

Tell me how you feel
and I will consult my price index
slide rule and the latest RAICES report

A pinch of snuff is what I need
take off the dust of a plain where all his trophies
lie

That is
before we give them
Anglo-Saxon names
hashtags
and Twitter handles.

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Cotton Mather exchange

When the Red wall came
down in eighty-nine
pairs of blue jeans belting
delta blues toasted
the Ramones in chablis
glasses made of napalm
while storming Charlie’s
checkpoints
street poets busted
for drugs yelled from their
cells that a man named
Mumia was serving thought
crime status four thousand miles
west
of the Stasi
as German Army Jackets
sold surplus in outer
ring suburbs whose towns
of Leipzig and Berlin
twice underwent a name change
becoming southern English banks in
praise of the Cotton Mather exchange.

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Jeremy Nathan Marks is an American living in London, Canada (no, Trump did not cause this as I already was here). He is a 2017 Pushcart nominee in poetry and recent work appears/is appearing in Chiron Review, NRM Magazine, Poets Reading The News, Cajun Mutt Press, Mojave River, Rat’s Ass, New Reader Magazine, The Blue Hour, The Blue Nib, The Wire’s Dream, Landlocked Lyres, The Wild Word, Credo Espoir, Unlikely Stories, Landlocked Lyres, OTV Magazine, Alien Pub, Bravearts, Runcible Spoon, and Poetry Pacific. Jeremy writes regular political/historical essays for The Black Lion magazine. His short story, “Detroit 2099,” will be published in The Nature of Cities Anthology in 2019. Jeremy’s educational/Socratic teaching website can be found here.

Image credit: Witches presenting wax dolls to the devil, featured in The History of Witches and Wizards (1720), Wellcome Library, courtesy of The Public Domain Review.

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